Foxy Lady

Notes: I do not own 'Gargoyles,' nor will I ever. I do not many any disrespect to the characters, or those who care for their personalities. I am only giving them a new outlet; a new situation that wasn't shown in the TV series. These situations are completely a creation of my mind.

"Foxy Lady"

The full moon hung over the city, illuminating everything in its soft glow. The castle above the Eyrie Building was calm; there was no familiar beat of wings as the residents came to a landing, no primal roars of awakening or more private emotional climaxes. It was a night of silence; of peace. For once, Angela had the castle to herself, and she sat in the castle's library, poring over a leather-bound book.

It was strange not to have Broadway reading over her shoulder, complaining that she turned the page before he was done, but it strange in a good way. It was unfamiliar to not see the passionate looks Elisa and Goliath tried to disguise under platonic friendship; it was sadenning to not hear Brooklyn's voice as he talked to Hudson or Lex.

The rest of the clan was out patrolling, and Angela didn't expect them to be back until dawn was nearing, giving her a bit of time alone. She had waited a good twenty minutes after they'd left, and now slipped off the stool she was perched on, talons digging into the floor in anticipation as she moved between a few tall stacks of books, reaching down for one that was concealed beneath a stack of old copies of Reader's Digest, something that no one else in the castle would look at. The ordinary looking book she pulled out seemed to be a child's coloring book, but as Angela opened it with a small growl of anticipation, it was obvious to see that it was something much different.

Pictures of couples joined in sweaty, desperate couplings were displayed on the pages, spaced out with lewd, erotic text. From the book came a musky scent of arousal, where Angela had often enjoyed the contents of the book when the castle was quiet. This was one of the few times when she could be assured that no one would walk in on her; they were all away.

Thumbing through the pages until she came to a particularly exciting photo of two women pressing their clits together, expressions of ecstasy on their faces, she groaned as her hand came up to squeeze her right breast. Heat pooled between her legs, and she released a breath as she read the erotic text beneath the image.

Setting the book aside, she stripped off her tunic, mindful not to stain it with her cum because it was too hard to find a private moment to wash it without any questions. She had learned that lesson the first time her passions had overtaken her, just after she had found the book crammed behind a collection of dictionaries on one of the far shelves. She told herself that it was shameful to be so turned on by images of two women coupling, especially when she was mated to Broadway. All of the reasons why it was wrong flew out of her head each time the book touched her talons; everytime one of the images was displayed to her.

Settling down on the floor, moving her tail out of the way, she let the extremity coil loosely on the floor, writhing in impatience. Her nipples had already stiffened into hard pebbles with just a few rubs from her talons, and she kept rubbing her breasts, adding pressure so that the nipples would remain hard. With her other hand, she turned to a few ear-marked pages that had given her the most sensual feelings before. Even only thinking of the images, she felt her clit begin to throb with unleashed passion; dampness pooling between her thighs.

Angela's breath caught in her throat, and she lectured herself not to reach down to her cunt; she still had hours yet before the clan would return. She wanted to take it slow, and not rush -- a leisurely night of pleasure, instead of the rushed, desperate times when she would hide in her little corner of the library, tunic still on, frantically rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand to get herself off quickly, before anyone came searching for her. Just thinking of the hot, pulsing nubbin of flesh being pleasured was enough to send thrills through her.

She had always heard that masturbation was wrong, but when her partner wasn't pleasing her, and she didn't want to go to another male, wasn't it okay? Broadway was romantic, amazing in his ways of caring for her, but he was far too awkward in bed. Sometimes even painful in his awkwardness, and it gave her more pleasure when she touched herself. She had tried to teach Broadway the things she liked, but he had never seemed to understand. Hidden moments like these were all she had...

Angela's breath became ragged, one hand still rubbing her breasts, as she stared down at a picture of a human female pleasuring herself, much as Angela was. The look of pure ecstasy on the woman's face, the position of her fingers inside her cunt, elicited a growl from the back of Angela's throat, and she lowered a hand to rub lightly at the outside of her opening. Feeling the hot wetness collecting there, she gritted her teeth, unable to resist the temptation to brush against her clit once, twice, with her thumb.

The small frissons of pleasure that it gave her made her groan, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall. Slipping a talon carefully inside herself, she began to move it in and out, breath coming more sharply with each movement. Just as she was moved to insert two talons, she felt a warm, wet sensation on her breast. Eyes flying open, she snapped her head upright as she stared down at the figure whose mouth was on her.

"Fox!" she cried, removing her finger from herself, scrambling away and trying to cover herself. "I... I..."

The red-haired woman smiled, licking her lips as she cast a sultry look toward the gargoyle female. "Don't be ashamed, Angela. It's perfectly natural to pleasure yourself. I do it quite often, even when David is home. I just thought maybe you'd like a bit of company." A pause. "It's so much more exciting when someone else's hands and mouth are doing the pleasing, don't you think?"

Flushing, Angela stared at the human. Fox was married; committed to David Xanatos. "I've seen the picture that turns you on the most," Fox said, causing Angela to stiffen. "The two women, cunt to cunt? It's an amazing sensation; it feels so good. Would you like to try it?"

"You mean... You...\..."

"Fucked a woman before? Of course. David can't always give me what I want." Fox's nose curled in a little movement, and she shrugged. "I've watched you pleasure yourself before, Angela. Did you know that there are cameras in here?" Gasping, Angela attempted to cover herself further, backing into the corner and glancing around at the walls, the ceiling, furtively.

"People have seen me? In a private moment?"

Smiling, Fox took a step toward her. "Only me. I came here one day, after you'd all entered your stone sleep, and I smelled the most peculiar scent. It only took me a few moments to realize that it was lust; and I knew that it had to be female. And since you were the only other one up here... Well, I have to admit that I've wanted you, Angela, since the first time I saw you. I installed the camera, for my own benefit. No one else but me knows that there is footage of this particular corner of the library, and I'm the only one who has ever the seen the tapes. They're quite a turn on, my dear"

Swallowing nervously, Angela blushed. "You've..."

"Masturbated while watching you? Yes. I've always wanted to join you, and I... Well, would you mind?"

Thoughts raced through Angela's head frantically, but she could focus on none of them. Was this really Fox, wanting to have sex with her? Before she even knew what was happened, the word yes had come from her lips. Sultry smile returning, Fox slowly shed the robe she had been wearing, and Angela was a bit shocked to see that there was nothing beneath it except for smooth, pearly skin.

"I... I've never been with a woman before... Or a human," Angela said slowly.

"I'll take it slow." Licking her lips, Fox stepped toward her, reaching down to pick up the book and lay it down nearer to their new position. Standing merely an inch in front of Angela, Fox breathed in deeply. "I can smell your arousal," she whispered. Reaching down, Fox found Angela's cunt, barely covered by a tsmatsmattering of dark hair. Angela groaned, knees feeling weak as she felt two of Fox's fingers rubbing at the warm wetness, sliding in only slightly before slipping out and rubbing the edges again. "So hot, so wet... You feel so good, Angela."

Whimpering, Angela raised her hands, gripping Fox's breasts, squeezing only slightly. She didn't know if humans and gargoyles mated in the same way, but from the erotic book, she had an idea that it was on the same principle. Cupping the undersides of Fox's breasts, she rubbed at the nipples with her thumbs, feeling them pearl beneath her touch. "Fox..." she whispered, giving in to temptation and lowering her mouth to each one in turn, taking it into the warm cavern of her mouth and suckling.

Moaning, Fox threw her head back as she moved her fingers in and out of Angela, curving them slightly. She delighted in the girl's ragged breathing, then reached back with both hands and gripped the gargoyle's asovinoving them flush against each other. Understanding, Angela raised her head and reached down to cup Fox's tiass.ass. She moaned loudly, feeling the hot wetness of Fox's cunt grinding against her own. Fox moved slightly, then more agressively. As they moved, grinding their clits together, pressing their breasts against each other, Angela draped her wings around both of them to enclose them in a private cocoon.

Maneuvering them until Fox was against the wall, she lifted her legs until they were clasped around Angela's waist, and slowly came back to press her lower body against the gargoyle's. Their clits touched flesh to flesh now, heat to heat, and Angela cried out, frantically thrusting against the human. Fox barely registered the hard wall banging her from behind, feeling only the hot wetness of Angela's cunt as they pounded together.

"Uhhnn..." Fox moaned. "Fuck me, Angela."

Grunting at the sexually charged words, Angela moved faster, pressing harder against the woman. "Make me cum," she growled, lowering her head to rest her lips against the white skin of the human's neck.

As they both neared cl, th, thrusting harder and faster, the sensations spiralled out of control as they both cried out. Wings flaring out, Angela threw her head back as her eyes blazed, a roar working its way from her throat. Slowly, as their breathing calmed down, they moved away from each other and dressed slowly. Angela's clit was still throbbing as she adjusted her tunic, glancing shyly at the female.

"I, uhm..." she stuttered. "That was amazing."

Nodding, Fox smiled as she tied the belt of her robe. "Next time you get feeling a bit lonely, let me know," Fox purred. "I'm sure I can find some place more comfortable."

As the human left the library, Angela's sensitive nose found the separate scents of their lust, both musky and sweet. Had she really just fucked Fox Xanatos? she wondered in amazement as she wandered toward the rooftop, sure that the clan would be returning soon.

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Author's Notes: Well, this was my first "Gargoylesemonemon. How did I do? I hope it wasn't too awful. Maybe I'll turn this into a "lemon" series; I have a few more ideas. Especially on how to grow with the Fox/Angela pairing, and a few more, uhmm... "unusual" pairings and situations. *blushes* I guess I just have a dirty mind.
Well, please review and let me know how I've done.